Boom, boom, boom! One Yingyu warrior after another exploded beneath the Dragon-Subduing Absolute Palm.
Fu Xiao panted heavily, his face ashen. He and Fu Ming stood on either side of Fu Tan, guarding him as he struggled to recover his strength.
Ever since Lu Xiaotian had entered the spatial rift, the Three Saints of Fulong had been retreating farther and farther away. At this point, all they wanted was to escape the Demonic Pool of Law Annihilation.
But Lu Xiaotian had forcibly taken some of the blood essence from their Crowdragon Bloodstones. With no way to find an exit for the moment, the three brothers had to seek out the natives of the Demonic Pool of Law Annihilation and use their Evil Dragon Bloodstones to collect blood essence, lest the deathly, decaying aura completely erode them.
The Three Saints of Fulong were seasoned schemers. Even trapped in dire straits, they still had their own means of survival.
They had fought Ying Bo and the other Yingyu experts before, so they knew the Yingyu's aura well. After considerable effort, the three brothers gradually found several Yingyu groups of varying sizes.
Though these groups numbered more than a thousand in total, and the amount of blood essence they collected was decent, its quality left much to be desired.
Given the Three Saints of Fulong's cultivation, only the blood essence of natives at the Primordial Spirit level could meet their needs. Those at the Daluo Golden Immortal level were barely adequate; anything below that was far from enough.
With no other choice, the Three Saints of Fulong had to keep searching for Yingyu. It was the native group they knew best.
The blood essence they gathered along the way was not even enough to keep up with their consumption. Their situation grew increasingly